Chemicals of Control

By Rose Nichols

Day 1

The basement of ViTech's lab was a sterile crypt. White tile covered the walls and floor, without any windows to interrupt the monotonous pattern. Cold fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh glares across the examination room where Tessa awakened.

Her head pounded from the sedative that they had used on her, and the bright lights worsened the pain. Squinting, she looked around to assess how bad her situation was. Tessa quickly discovered she was splayed wide on a hospital gurney. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the cold steel frame by strips of strong velcro, with no clothes to hide the freckles that adorned her modest breasts and trim stomach. Hearing a noise, she craned her neck backwards and noticed multiple people in white lab coats a few feet away, their faces indistinguishable behind medical masks. One of them, a woman with aggressively short hair, was wheeling a tray of instruments towards the gurney. The tray rattled with a neat row of syringes, each filled with a viscous fluid that caught the light like molten glass. Besides them were some shiny black objects that Tessa couldn’t identify.

“W- Where am I?” Tessa’s voice cracked as she interrogated the woman. “You need to let me go!”.

But the woman only gave her a blank stare for a second before nodding to another of the lab technicians standing by the wall. He pressed a button on an adjacent intercom and spoke in a gravelly voice.

“She’s awake”.

As the tray came to a stop, Tessa knew she was in trouble. Although she was disoriented, she was able to recall her most recent memories: a late-night stakeout outside ViTech’s lab, the sharp sting of a needle in her neck, gloved hands dragging her into this clinical hell.

Before her abduction, Tessa’s life had been a battlefield of her own making. Orphaned young by a carjacking gone wrong, she had clawed her way through foster homes and dead-end jobs to earn her journalism degree, looking to help shut down crime however she could. Her efforts started simply as a way to avenge her parents, but she soon realized how much she enjoyed the thrill of her job. Tessa’s apartment resembled a chaotic shrine to her relentless pursuit of truth; disheveled stacks of documents chronicled corruption, while pinned maps traced the unsettling paths of missing persons across the city. Half-empty coffee mugs cluttered every surface, remnants of sleepless nights spent poring over evidence that felt like lifeblood coursing through her veins. She didn’t crave companionship. Her sources were whispers in the dark, providing fragments of hidden realities. She didn’t long for lovers; her passion for her stories was enough.

Her latest obsession was ViTech, a lumbering biotech giant she’d been investigating for months, chasing rumors of illegal experiments and missing test subjects. Her notes on the corporation had grown into an all-consuming web of scandal and secrecy. At first, the leads trickled in like water through a hairline fracture; rumors of hush payments, a whistleblower’s fearful emails, a patient’s family that refused to accept the company’s official statement of “adverse reaction.” She’d confronted stone-faced PR reps in ViTech’s luxurious lobby, slipped a tracking device onto an executive’s car, and paid cash for after-hours tips from janitors who claimed to hear screams in the night. Unfortunately her efforts did not go unnoticed. Two weeks into her investigation, Tessa found herself forced into one of the nondescript vans the corporation used, and injected with the sedative that was causing her current headache.

Now in ViTech’s clutches, she quickly stopped worrying about the pounding in her head as the techs surrounded her. Realizing things were about to get a lot worse, a spike of adrenaline shot through her body. She struggled against the straps binding her to the gurney, hoping she could force the simple mechanism open. Nothing. She noticed techs preparing the syringes and started kicking and screaming, hoping maybe someone would put a stop to this. She hated needles, but was even more afraid of what might be inside them. Still weak from the sedative, however, she wore herself out in only a few minutes. Her chest heaved from the effort, and the fluorescent lights reflected off the sheen of sweat that she had worked up. To Tessa’s confusion, techs had still not touched her.

Then, footsteps. A crisp staccato from across the room. Tessa looked over and her heart sank. Crisp suit, black hair beginning to grey, expensive watch. No mere lab tech.

“You’re wasting your energy, Miss Raine,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You’re in my world now.”

Victor Saren, ViTech’s Founder and CEO, was no mere criminal; he was a titan of control. His name, uncovered in her notes before her capture, marked him as the architect of this depravity. He finished crossing the room and stood over her, staring at her lithe, naked body with an analytical interest. “Don’t worry though,” He smiled thinly. “You’ll do very well here”.

Tessa lunged and unsuccessfully tried to bite him, and then snarled, her voice raw. “You’re done, Saren. My backup’s coming; cops, feds, the whole damn city. You’ll rot in prison for this.”

Saren’s laugh was a cold, sharp blade, slicing through her bravado. “Backup? Charming, Miss Raine. Your notes betrayed no allies. You’re alone, and you’re mine.” His voice turned colder, more deliberate, as he walked over to the wheeled tray, his shoes clicking briefly away before returning. He turned back to her, holding one of the syringes.

“I take it you’re not here to kill me, given all the effort you went to.” Tessa tried to force her words out through her fear. “You’re more of a bastard than I could have imagined; I thought rape was beneath you.”

Saren’s chuckle was low, almost intimate, chilling her despite the heat consuming her. “Rape you? What a quaint idea. No, Miss Raine, your original opinion was correct. I find the idea of forcing myself on another rather boring. When you do end up pleasuring me, it will be because you beg me to let you.”

He paused, enjoying Tessa’s confusion.

“Your arrival at my lab was not as unfortunate as you might think,” Saren explained. “You might have uncovered some unsavory information about my company, Miss Raine, but I doubt you have any idea of what we really do here. Our research has given us more control over the human body than anyone in the history of the world, and it seems that you have volunteered yourself to contribute to our cause.” He paced, deliberate, letting the hush stretch until only the ragged sound of Tessa’s panting filled the room.

“Allow me to demonstrate.” Without a pause, he plunged the syringe into Tessa’s thigh, causing her to yelp from the sudden pain. Saren then pressed a button on his watch, which emitted a faint beep. “Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds left of Tessa Raine, the independent journalist. What will become of her? It’s unfortunate that she doesn’t have any friends or family to bid her farewell.”

“Fuck you Saren!” Tessa squeezed her eyes shut and thought of her parents, bracing for a painful poison that would end her existence on earth and send her to be with them. Instead, the room started feeling very warm, even though it had initially been unusually chilly. She felt restless, and started straining against her straps again. Then a prickling up her spine, like an itch she couldn’t scratch. Her breathing quickened. As her legs moved, her thighs squeezed together involuntarily, and then the realization hit her like a brick.

She was more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

After a few minutes, Tessa was horrified to see how uncontrollable her body had become. The drug was a wildfire. Her nipples ached, impossibly hard and throbbing against the cool air. Blood rushed into her pale cheeks, but it was her pussy that betrayed her most. Swollen and slick, so wet that each desperate twist of her hips sent droplets running down to her ass and staining the gurney. She writhed, pushing her hips high, grinding against nothing. She barely noticed as her thighs continued squeezing and rubbing together, slipping on her natural lubrication, instinctively trying to put pressure on her burning hole. She couldn’t hold back her whimpers as she tried to find some semblance of relief.

“What— What the fuck did you do to me?“ Tessa groaned. Her pink gash clenched over and over, spilling more juices onto the stretcher. Her hands pulled against the straps again; not to escape this time, but to touch her aching cunt.

“Compound S-137 is one of our original discoveries at ViTech. It’s similar to Viagra, but stronger, and with additional useful side effects.” Saren stared at the writhing body in front of him with relish. “It’s just one of the many tools we have at our disposal to modify and improve humanity. That’s what ViTech is all about, after all. But as for you in particular,” Saren paused, savoring every word. “I’m going to transform you from a troublesome journalist into my personal pet.”

Saren snapped his fingers, and the lab technicians descended on her. One held her down, while another unstrapped one of her arms. A third tech grabbed the black material on the tray and brought it to the gurney. It seemed to be a type of black latex sleeve, except with only one hole. Where the sleeve ended, there was a bit of padding and a rubberized paw print. The techs folded Tessa’s arm in half so her hand was grabbing her own shoulder, and slid the sleeve up from her elbow all the way to cover her hand. The result was a stump where her forearm used to be, embossed with a grippy padded paw print. They did the same with her other arm, and something similar to her legs. Her feet were now pressed against her hips and bound with the same black latex.

The techs stepped back, and for a second, Tessa thought she was still tied down to the stretcher. She struggled again in an attempt to plunge her fingers into her clenching heat, but only found four black appendages waving helplessly in the air. Her fingers were encased in the constricting rubber sleeves, and her elbows could not get nearly close enough to her pussy. Her head whipped towards Saren as he started speaking again.

“In addition to being very thematic, I’m afraid the sleeves are medically necessary. With S-137, five of the first eight subjects we tested it on were not able to stop touching themselves. Some of them even bled from the chafing, so we came up with these sleeves as a solution.”

“Please!” Tessa sobbed, “Please don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone what I know. You have to believe me! Please let me go!”

Saren chuckled. “I’m sorry my dear, but we’re way past negotiating. And you haven’t even seen the best part!” He reached for the tray once more and picked up an object that Tessa’s foggy mind had misidentified as some sort of surgical tool or perhaps a restraint. But now, as he held it up, her breath caught in her throat. It was a tail. Black, thick, supple; unmistakably feline. The base was a bulbous plug, the surface gleaming with a half-dozen shiny metallic beads. She recoiled and tried to push herself away, but the techs gripped her latex-bound legs and spread them apart. Saren approached, idly flexing the tail between his fingers, letting it sway hypnotically side to side.

"Pets need their tails, Miss Raine," he murmured, "and this one is special. Sensors. Feedback. A direct line to your nervous system. He held the base of the tail in front of her eyes. It was an intimidating design; the beads were connected by a thin cable about a half inch apart, ordered by size from a marble to a golf ball, with small sensors embedded into the sides of the larger ones. None were lubricated.

Tessa started hyperventilating. She had never had anything inside her ass before, and her eyes fixed on the plug, dreading the inevitable.

Saren reached down and slowly ran the tail’s cold tip along the seam of her cunt, gathering a much-needed coating of lubrication from her desperate, traitorous folds. The sensation almost made her scream. The world refused to focus; every inch of her felt raw, primed for sensation, and now even the threat of what came next made her whimper like a bitch in heat. Cold metal touched her pink rosebud, icy and impersonal. She felt the first bead press and dimple the skin, and then with a slow, horrible persistence, Saren began to work it inside her.

“No— fffuck— please!” She tried to buck, to kick, but her bound limbs were useless against Saren’s iron grip. The pain was bright, bright enough to cut through her drugged haze, and then in a sick whiplash, her body began to register the violation as pleasure. Saren pushed the second bead in, stretching her open further, and a helpless moan tore from her throat, a sound she barely recognized as her own.

“That’s it, Miss Raine. Relax.”

The next bead pressed flush against her hole, the chrome cold even as it sucked the heat from her fevered skin. Saren held it there, savoring the tremors that quaked through her. His thumb swept up the length of her slit, collecting her slick, then circled the puckered rim of her ass, smearing her own fluids to ease the next, more monstrous intrusion.

Tessa sobbed, cheeks burning with humiliation. This couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be her legs parted and trembling, couldn’t be her pussy leaking like she was in heat, couldn’t be her voice mewling as the tail’s beads disappeared one by one. But her body, divorced from her mind, betrayed her at every turn. Pressure built until her vision narrowed to a tunnel, and then something in her gave out; the last, fat bead popped inside, and she felt the plug’s flange settle tight and obscene against her entrance, locking the tail into place.

Her insides ached, with a passive sensation of fullness that made her even more desperate for relief. Each shift of her hips sent a jolt through the entire string of beads, teasing her sore rim and radiating heat back into her core. Her raw, swollen slit throbbed, exposed to the silent stares of the lab techs that surrounded her, and the humiliation caused her eyes to well up and spill more fluids down her cheeks. She gritted her teeth in a mix of rage and a need she couldn't suppress.

Saren still wasn’t done though. He held up the last black object. It appeared to be a kind of hood, or mask, with a large opening for its wearer’s nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin. The eyes were completely covered by the padded material, and at the apex of the mask, two black cat ears pointed upwards, providing a ridiculous alternative to any real ears that the mask would cover.

“Although I’m personally more proud of the tail you’re wearing, it wouldn’t be nearly as useful without the matching headpiece. We have found that the ability to control the sensory inputs of our subjects is incredibly useful, and greatly shortens the training time.”

Exhausted as she was from the entire ordeal, Tessa still managed to draw on some last inner fire, and fought desperately to avoid the mask. Limbs bound as she was, however, it was trivial for a tech to hold her down as her tormentor inexorably brought it closer.

Saren slid the hood over Tessa’s head himself, his hands clinical and precise, as if he were mounting a valuable specimen rather than degrading a living human. Once it was properly seated, Tessa couldn’t see or hear anything; her world collapsed into the stifling darkness of the mask. She could only taste the sweat on her lips, smell the pervasive scent of her own sex, and feel the unbearable ache between her legs.

She screamed, or tried to. She couldn’t hear her own voice through the hood.

After a few seconds, however, she heard a faint click, and the sound of the outside world rushed back into her ears.

“I just set your mask to transparency mode; you should be able to hear me now, Miss Raine.“ Relief washed over Tessa at Saren’s words, quickly followed by disgust at herself for feeling anything but hatred for her captor. She clenched her jaw and said nothing. The adrenaline that had fueled her earlier struggles had finally faded away, and she lay still on the gurney, wishing to be anywhere but where she was.

“I must say I love the new you! Still a long way to go behaviorally of course, but aesthetically, I think it’s perfect. Oh! I almost forgot. I have to run to a board meeting, but before I go, I’d like to christen your new life with a new name. Like I said before, Tessa Raine is gone. I think I’ll call you Mittens, because of your amazing new paws!” Tessa rolled her eyes underneath her mask; she could hear the taunting smile in his words. She felt hands fidgeting around her neck, and realized someone had attached a collar.

“There, it’s official. I’ll see you again soon, Mittens!”